the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin, much as he wants to make a quip back at his husband, is too busy riding the wave of anger that washes through him; above them, through a hole in the Temple roof that he's brought down, stars collide and implode, much as the Star himself is prone to do. Drawn tight as a bowstring and rigid as his husband drapes around him, Ronin also doesn't attempt to put distance between them. He nods quiet affirmation to the other man's assumption, even as the Temple around them begins to disintegrate further, balling itself up and tearing itself apart of its own accord.
There are visions dancing in the destruction, too - the Star giving in to every furious urge that has ever seized him, dark and murderous as they might be. Amalia, Cian, Safrin, Skyler, Zariah, Loren... the parade goes on and on. Only at the suggestion of furious sex does Ronin glance up, a quiet huff of a laugh leaving him. "Only you would have your mind in the gutter right now," he growls, surging up for a hard and passionate kiss nonetheless.
There are visions dancing in the destruction, too - the Star giving in to every furious urge that has ever seized him, dark and murderous as they might be. Amalia, Cian, Safrin, Skyler, Zariah, Loren... the parade goes on and on. Only at the suggestion of furious sex does Ronin glance up, a quiet huff of a laugh leaving him. "Only you would have your mind in the gutter right now," he growls, surging up for a hard and passionate kiss nonetheless.
THE
DARK STAR
